The One who Keeps Me Steady

Before I knew it, I was writing this lol.

Sarah (aka lazysun), this is for you!

Inspired by this beautiful Tim/Kon fanart HERE

“I think that’s the last of them,” said Kon, staring at the pile of malfunctioned and destroyed robots on the ground.

“Ughh,” was Tim’s disgruntled reply, making Kon whip his head so fast it have likely spun on his shoulders had it not been permanently attached to his neck.

Tim was on the ground, his back against a wall and clutching at his ankle. Kon was at his side at once.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly, the only train of thought in his mind being: Tim was hurt, Tim was hurt, Tim was hurt and he hadn’t been there to—

“I… I think it’s sprained,” said Tim, tentatively testing his footing before wincing and clutching at his ankle again. “Yep. It’s sprained alright. I messed up on my landing pretty badly when I took on that robot right there,” he admitted, jutting his chin at the nearest hunk of scrap metal.

Kon stared hard at the ankle for a moment, his eyes seeing passed Tim’s skin and tracing over the mild fracture on the bone. It wasn’t serious, to his relief, but he knew all of this could have been avoided if he’d just stuck with Tim and made sure he was alright. Of course, he knew Tim could hold out on his own—the guy was a stubborn, tough son-of-a-bitch—but that didn’t stop Kon from feeling guilty over it.

“Hey.”

Kon looked up. Tim was staring at him, like he could read Kon’s mind; as if he was the one who had the power to see through flesh and stare right into Kon’s soul. He would not be surprised if Tim actually could. Despite himself, Kon looked away.

Tim reached out and touched the side of his face. “Hey,” he said, this time, his voice softer. “It’s not your fault. I was reckless. Kon, look at me,” he said, and it was his ‘leader’ voice, the voice that Kon would listen to and follow after in a heartbeat.

Kon turned his eyes and met Tim’s. He’d taken the mask off, revealing clear blue eyes that never wavered, not once, from Kon’s face. It spoke a lot of things that Tim could never, probably will never, say out loud. And it told Kon that Tim trusted him, completely.

Tim’s mouth curled into a smile—it was Kon’s smile, the smile that Tim shared with nobody else. “C’mon, Superboy, let’s go home.”

Like a great burden had been lifted off his chest, Kon smiled too. “Yeah,” he said. When he saw that Tim was struggling to get up, Kon’s smile dropped instantly. “Here,” he said, touching the small of Tim’s back. “Let me.”

“I’m alright, really,” said Tim quickly. “You don’t need to—”

“I know,” said Kon. “But I want to.”

Tim didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at Kon’s face, before nodding. “Alright,” he said quietly.

Kon picked him up gently, his hand scooping him up from behind his knees and steadily lifting him off the ground. He made sure he didn’t put any stress on the ankle. Tim’s arms automatically wound their way around Kon’s neck.

“You ready?” he murmured, his mouth close to Tim’s he could feel the warmth of the other’s breath wash against his face.

“Yes,” Tim said without hesitation, and Kon touched off of the ground. When they were up in the sky, Tim buried his face against Kon’s neck and said, “Thanks, Kon.”

Kon smiled again, resting the side of his cheek on top of Tim’s head.

“Any time,” he said and pulled Tim just a little bit closer.